Thursday, February 23, 2006

   The ENTIRE Underworld Evolution movie

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Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Angelus Newest Bio: The first battle of Vince, Lonely, and Angelus vs the Slayer
“We need something of a plan here.” Lonely Vampiress explained, tossing me a tank top and leather trench coat.
“What are these for?” I asked, putting them on.
“The leather is to make it harder for a stake or blade to wound you, and the tank top because -well, no good reason. But it ought to look cool.”
“Sorry to interrupt,” Vince said, “But the SLAYER is getting closer REALLY quick.” Vince turned his whole attention onto me. “You know this guy - you met him in battle. Any information to share?”
“He killed me pretty quick…” I said, thinking.
“So it’s safe to say he’s badass.” Vince slammed a few shells into his firearm.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
I saw Lonely Vampiress loading her own gun.
“Am I going weaponless here?” I asked. Both of them smiled.

Moments later, the slayer burst into the room, wielding a massive sword. My sword. The one I had struck him with before my second death.
All three of us were above him, crouched on a steel pipe, that was about three feet wide. I’d been given a sword - quite a great deal smaller than the stolen one below, I might add - and it was taking all of my will power to not jump down and stab him brutally.
“We will wait until his back is turned.” Lonely Vampiress whispered. “Vince and I will empty several rounds on him, and then you’ll - ”
Before she could finish, the slayer turned and I leapt down, pushing him out of the room and into the sewer-like hallway.
“He’s old.” Lonely said, in a defensive manner.
“And stupid.” Vince added. With a shrug, both jumped down to aid my battle.

“Good to see you again.” I said, before kicking him in the face. He was down, and I was enjoying the moment. “How’s business been? Have you been killing more innocent, pure, beautiful lives?”
I leaned down and struck him hard with my fist. He collapsed completely onto the ground, coughing.
I went for another kick, but he grasped my foot and twisted, sending me to crashing into the cold, wet, and extremely hard stone.
Suddenly, he was on his feet. “Angelus is back.” he said, putting out his hands theatrically.
“For another go-round, you soul-less murderer.” I spat, rising.
“Ah, I remember you more clearly now. All righteous and sure of yourself - and that bitch you loved.”
I literally snarled took a step forward.
Several places exploded on his chest with loud bangs, and he took a few staggering steps back. I looked and saw Vince and Lonely standing beside me, their weapons spouting wafts of smoke.
“No!” I screamed, baring my fangs. “He’s mine!”
The slayer found his footing again, and took off running.
“No you don’t!” I growled, running after him.
“I think you might have made a mistake bringing him back.” Vince calmly commented to his companion.
“Maybe.” she agreed.
With a shrug, they followed after me and my prey.
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Sunday, February 19, 2006

Vigro Angel's 4th bio
~Saving Thomas~
Part 4

“How did she do it? “, he thought. “Who is she? What happened to m...”
“I drunk your blood”, said the women, interrupting his thoughts. “Don’t be so surprised, boy, I couldn’t let you die.”
“So you did this to help me?”, he asked, hesitating if he can trust her.
“Sure. There are many people who should or even need to die, but not you. You are young and you have the whole life waiting for you. Don’t be afraid to look at me, I’m not going to harm you.”
And she was right. He looked at her and he was amazed. The woman was in fact a young girl, around 16 years old, and she was beautiful. She had amazing dark-blue eyes, like the sky at bright night of July. He could see the kindness in her eyes and he was amazed by the innocence of her pure soul. She had long black hair that came up to her hips and
Her bangs fell in her eyebrows. Her hair wasn’t so blown up but it seemed like it’s all over her. Then he looked on her lips. She had soft red lips, because of his blood. For a minute he thought how it would be to touch her lips with his owns, but then he realized that she isn’t human. He could see that, by the whiteness of her skin, which made her look like she was affected by cancer. She wore a black long coat, black leather pants, a black shirt that was a little bit short, so he could see her stomach, black boots and she had long black nails on her beautiful hands.
“Are you an angel?”, he asked, wondering if his question is right.
“You must be kidding me”, she laughed and when she did it he could see his blood on her teeth.
“I’m coming from the other side of heaven. Your name is Thomas, right?”
“How did you know my name?”
“You can learn a lot of things when you drink someone’s blood. Everyone’s blood is full of information about his or her life.”




She moaned. “Dear Thomas, please stop thinking of leaving this world. Even if your parents didn’t say they care about you, it doesn’t mean that it isn’t true. Ask them and try to talk to them. I’m Serenety, and if you don’t believe in vampires, you should believe now”, she showed him her fangs. “How do you think I drunk your blood? If you will feel lonely, you can call me, but not by calling my name. If you want me to come, you need to make me smell your blood, and them I’ll come right away. I need to go now”, she came to him and put her hand. “Will you be alright?”, she asked and he could see that she’s worried about him throw her amazing blue eyes.
“Yes”, he answered, almost whispering, because he was amazed by the way that the girl treats him.
She started to go back and from him. Then she turned her back at him, her black hair and her coat flying when she moves, and disappeared in the shadows.
“What just have happened? I met a vampires and she saved my life.”
He was so amazed and hypnotized by her appearance that he couldn’t move even once during their conversation. Now he got up from his bed and walked to the place where the vampires disappeared. He touched the wall, like there’s some secret door, but there wasn’t anything. There was no one there.
“Maybe it was an illusion”, he looked at his left hand,” more likely that it wasn’t. Serenety the vampiress, ha?”
He walked back to his bed and lay in it. “Maybe she’s right. I think it’s too much for today”. And as he said these words he fell asleep and dreamed about all the movies he saw about vampires. But most of all he dreamed about Serenety, her kind blue eyes and her soft, red lips. Serenety, the vampiress.
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Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Valentine's Day bash!
Hey all you undead out there! Angelus reporting in, and today I have a whole lot of vampiric entertainment for ya'all! First off, here's a couple romantic videos from Buffy the Vampire Slayer in light of the day, and after that we have the newest bio from Vigro Angel, as well as one from myself. Enjoy!




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   Vigro Angel bio part #3!
A well written bio from Vigro Angel!

~Saving Thomas~
"My life is so twisted.Why can't I be like the other kids? Why can't my parents,like all the others,care about me? Why are they always so busy?All they care about,are my grades. Why can't they think first about me and then about my grades?I even can't remember the last time we laughed together.The last time we saw a movie together.The last time we had dinner together.It's always me alone.I don't even want to think about the kids at school.I feel so lonely.Why can't anyone love me?No one cares about me." He moaned."It's time to put an end to all of this.My life is worthless and there's no reson for me to live." He took the knife that lay on the table.near his mp3 player.He wanted to end with all of this,lay in his bed and listen to music.Peacefull and quit death.
"Here it comes".he said when he was sitting on his bed and the knife was already in the air.Then the knife was IN his left hand,the blood coming out of his veins,and staining the knife.He took the cold knife out,feeling the red river flowing from his hand.There was no pain,only a calm and peacefull feeling that he reaced his goal and the suffering is going to end.He looked up and noticed that the lights went out.He heard steps from the wall in front of him.He tried to focus and to see who it was,but the darkness kept that someone safe.And then he saw a women coming toward him,falling on her knees.The ligts came back into the room but slowly .He saw a head on his left hand.The women's hand. First he didn't realize what happened,but then came the feeling like something was soaking his blood.In fact that was what the women did.He was hypnotised all the time that the women kept soaking his blood and he couldn't move. Then she left his hand,and stood up on her feet. He looked at his hand,but there was no blood.Only a big scar throw his hand.He wanted to look at her,but the fear striked and took control over his body.The only thing he could look at was his scar,on his twisted hand.
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New Angelus Bio: The meeting of Angelus, Lonely Vampiress, and Vince Vamp
This is a story I wrote about how the clan was founded, or rather, how I joined.

I awoke in a cold room. Not that the cold was particularly bothersome. I heard a faint singing, and sat up. I immediately fell back down. There was a massive hole in my chest. I cringed and sat up again, slowly this time. I noted that the singing had faded to nothing.
I looked down and inspected my wounded flesh. It was wrapped well, with thick cloth bandages.
“Huh,” I murmured.
Just then, I heard someone approaching.
“Who’s there?” I asked, getting off the stone table. I realized my feet were bare as well. I thanked who ever had bandaged me that they had given me some respect by keeping my breeches on.
“Oh, you are awake.” a female voice said, just before she entered the room through a large wooden door with iron hinges.
“Yes…” I said, looking her over. She was extremely beautiful. She made me think of Ana, and my heart sank with sorrow.
“Are you feeling well?”
“Yes…and no.”
I tried to cross my arms, but found it too painful. I resorted to placing them on my hips. “Who are you?” I asked. “And where am I?”
“My my, is that any way to speak to the person who resurrected you?”
“I have already been resurrected.”
“From human life, true, but it is just as amazing a feat to bring a vampire back from lasting death to living death.”
I grumbled. “Pardon me, but you still have not answered my question.”
“My people call me Lonely Vampiress. My true name, however, is Ana.”
“Ana?” I felt faint, but wasn’t sure if it was from loss of blood or because of these new facts.
“Here,” she said, handing me a glass of blood. I bowed slightly and accepted the offering.
“Thank you.”
“And as for where you are, you are underneath the city.”
“How long have I been…dead?”
“About four centuries.”
I nearly spat all the blood from my mouth. “What?” I coughed, setting the empty glass down.
“You were killed in the year 1630, according to what I know.”
“And you brought me back? How?”
“I removed the stake,” she paused to giggle. “Or, lance, more like. You were impaled pretty good.”
“Yes I was,” I chuckled.
“And then I infused your bones with blood.” She continued. “Your tissue reappeared and you returned to the state you were at at the time of your death.”
“Hence the wounded chest,” I noted. I was already almost completely healed. “How did you manage to find my remains?”
“They were in a tomb, put there by a slayer. Or the slayer, I should say.”
“And why did you bring me back?” I asked, growing more and more curious.
“Because of the slayer. He has killed hundreds of vampires in this area in the last few years. I looked into ancient texts, by him no less, and found an account of a vampire who had a vendetta against him. Apparently because your girlfriend was killed by him?”
“Yes,” I whispered, remembering more about her and how lovely she was. I then remembered the vision I had had before my death. “Before I was killed, I saw someone. I think it was you. Is that possible?”
“I do not see how,” she shook her head.
“Maybe a glimpse of the future, then.” I shrugged. “I thank you for your help, but I must be going.”
She laughed. “I believe you’re missing the point.”
“What?”
“I brought you back to help us.”
“Us?” I raised an eye brow.
“Yeah,” another voice - a male voice - said from behind me. I turned, and saw a black and red-clad figure stepping out of the shadows.
“I’m Vincent.” he said, holding out his hand.
“Forgive me if I don’t shake hands.” I said. I turned back to Lonely Vampiress. “Thanks again, but I’m a loner.”
Suddenly, I heard the slamming sound from above.
“Oh no,” Lonely said.
“What?” I asked.
“He’s found us.” Vincent said, drawing a gun from a holster on his belt.
“Three barrels,” I said, smiling. “Are you compensating for something?”
“Shut yer fanged yap, you walking-corpse.”
“Oh, your one to talk.” I rolled my eyes.
“Okay, mister ‘died in his first fight’.”
“Why don’t you got to h - ”
“Boys!” Lonely Vampiress shouted, walking over and slapping us both. “Shut up! We have more important issues to deal with here than your battling testosterone.”
“Sorry.” we both said in unison.
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Friday, February 10, 2006

   Newest Angelus bio - Is it the end of the Road for Angelus?
Over the next months, I traveled to Paris, France.
I fed off livestock or whatever else I could find. I couldn't bear the thought of feeding off a woman, or the knowledge that I nearly had. It went against my very essence. I felt a load of responsibility to protect them, and realized it was why I was hunting the slayer. If he killed one woman, he would kill another. He would be another Jack the Ripper.
I wanted him dead. He had taken the one thing I loved above all else, and I wanted him to pay with his life.

I arrived in the dead of winter in the year 1630 A.D. In the silence and darkness of night I searched. Every pub, ally, church. Every home, inn, and street. Everywhere.
I searched for two months until I was rewarded.

I was walking down a main street, in the center, when I felt a presence. I turned around instantly, sword drawn. All I saw behind me was swirling mist.
"Hmmm..." I said, looking left and right. I began to walk again when I felt a breeze. I lifted my sword and blocked a blow from the air. A blow from a sword-tipped spear. I pushed my attacker off me and to the ground. He landed with the grace of a dancer.
"Ah, you smell of her." he said. He was a tall man, maybe six foot, and well muscled. His hair was long and white.
"Ana." I seethed. "Are you the slayer!?"
I leapt forward, but my strike hit naught but the stone of the road. I spun and deflected an attack from behind. Our blades were locked.
"A pretty large weapon for one so young." he commented, leaning forward. His voice was deep and hollow, like Satan himself.
"I'm not so young." I growled, pushing him away and jumping after him in his moment of poor balance. He evaded my attack, and kicked me in the back of the knee. I fell.
"Why do you hunt me, vampyr?"
"You killed Ana..." I whispered, rising to my feet.
"She killed my wife and - "
"No!" I snarled, swinging my blade wildly at him. I missed.
"Why argue? Have you not fed off the blood of a human?"
"The first human blood I will taste will be yours." I threatened.
"Mine?" he laughed. "Then it would not be human blood at all."
"What?"
"I am a vampyr, like you."
"A vampire slayer who is a vampire!" Now it was my turn to laugh. "You amuse me. But my amusement would be better if your head was on my wall."
I threw my sword at him, and hit him in the middle of the chest. The blade protruded through to the other side.
He staggered, then fell onto one knee.
"You have not defeated me." he said, throwing his spear into my heart. The sword end passed all the way through, and then the wooden handle.
Wood had gone through my heart.
I fell over, no air in my lungs to scream.
"Good bye, Angelus." was the last words I heard. My last sight was of an angelic figure. Pale, vampiric. She appeared Lonely.
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Wednesday, February 8, 2006

   Sweet Angelus video!
10 bucks to the person you can guess who posted this. Like, duh.lol

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Tuesday, February 7, 2006

   Yay! I finally got around 2 it!
The night vince became vince vamp.....

Vince awoke to absolute darkness the events seemed almost surreal but he could feel the sharp pains shooting through hes body and he knew he couldnt be dreaming. He couldnt figure out what happened he was trapped and he couldnt move. Vince panicked and a surge of adrenaline shot through him like nothing he had felt before. it felt like the coffin was getting smaller but vince was growing. He pulled his legs up to his chest and kicked the roof of his coffin, which sent six square feet of dirt and wood flying into the murky air above his tomb. He flapped his grand wings once to push himself up and out of the hole. He looked down at himself as he withered back into his human form, “what have I become?” he wondered to himself and he couldnt remember how he had got there or the events that ended his human life. the only thing he could remember came to him when he saw his sisters gravestone. All his other familys graves were right next to his but he kept his eyes affixed on jaquelyn a tear rolled down his cheek and he vowed within himself that her killer would become his prey for as long as he lived. He wandered from the graveyard and as he emerged from the mist a group of farmers quickly moved out of his way. He reached the town right as the evening market rush was getting over and he came through with a frightening presence. everyone who saw him made sure to get out of his way and several groups of humans began wispering and staring at him. he got to the center of town and the town hierarch was giving a speech that speedily ended as he approached. “Can you tell me what is going on?” vince asked patiently. “well um you see,” the hierarch came closer so no one would hear “,We buried you and your family over six months ago.” he said. “But how is that possible I should be dead then.” vince yelled, “ I know, ... when we came to your house we found a gruesome sight blood everywhere, claw marks on the walls, and your familys tattered bodies everyone thinks it was vampires.” *is that what I am?* vince asked himself. As vince thought about what the arch had said, all the memories of that horrible night came flooding back into his head and he walked to his house he went inside and cobwebs were all over the wall and on the furniture. He went upstairs and saw what used to be his tin cowboy and he remembered the night in chilling detail. He fell to his knees over his cowboy and picked one badge off the pile and sealed it onto his capejacket he hoped it would bring him luck. As he sat there in an almost depression a terrible gutteral scream came from town. He ran downstairs and got into his fathers gun cabinet breaking the lock and taking his three barreled pistol and a huge bayonett knife that he tied on the front. He ran back upstairs and without thinking he jumped from the window and found that he didnt fall but glided right to the edge of town. He saw the thing that had caused the scream It was one of the vampires from his last human night. When it saw him pulling out his gun it leaped over and jammed a dagger into vinces side. He screamed and fell back pulling the dagger out. The vamp came around for another pass and vince was ready he stood up and caught its arms on his dagger slicing them both off and grabbed the beast by his neck. He transformed again into his ancient vampire form and he liked the power that came with it as he lifted the other off the ground. “Where did the one who killed my family go? the on with the big scar on his neck?” vince growled into the things face. “I dont know it replied” all I know is that they went north shortly after they killed your family.” the vampire blurted out with little breath. Vince did a spin on his heel digging his claws into the vampires face and bringing him over his back. Vince threw the beast twenty five feet through the air landing him right over a tree bracn in his heart. It cried out and began turning to dust as vince simply started walking out of town without saying a word. He walked north for days trying to find a town little did he know he had a new and amazing person to meet in the very next town he came to ... . . . . . . . .. To be continued ~Vince Vamp v-v~
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Monday, February 6, 2006

   Micheal and Selene
Cool pic, huh?

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